Jealousy

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“Have you wished to find his father?” Monica asked as her hand went to Jessica and tapped on her shoulder.

“I haven't given that much thought, and I don't know if my son will need it in the future, but given the norm of society, if we ever get the chance to meet, I would definitely tell him about Cornell,” said Jessica tipsily as she drank the whisky in her hand all at once.

“Don't ruin my place. I'm having a hard time beautifying my life and this house. Fortunately, my boss did not request to report this torrential downpour tonight. Sigh! My life as a reporter stinks,” Monica shouted, overly drunk with Jessica.

“A toast to our life... Hahaha! Do you know who drove me here, by the way?” Jessica raised a question with a light smile on her face, but if she was not intoxicated it would be made her think twice about her choice of question.

“Arthur, your smoking hot ex-boyfriend,” Monica curiously replied, placing her glass down on the table. Leaning her body forward Monica seized